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On the day of the art exhibition setup, I was busy hanging paintings and adjusting their positions, completely absorbed in the task. Lin Weiwei was helping me, and as she glanced at one of my pieces—a silhouette of a boy in a number 10 jersey shooting a basketball against the light—she playfully nudged my arm and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, someone's feelings are quite obvious!"
I felt my face flush and shot her a glare. "Stop it!"
The day the exhibition officially opened, it attracted many classmates and teachers. I felt a bit nervous and hid in a corner of the gallery, secretly observing everyone's reactions to my artwork.
Most people hurriedly browsed through the pieces, occasionally stopping to comment. Until… Lu Xingyan appeared.
He came alone, dressed in a crisp white shirt, standing tall and strikingly noticeable among the crowd. Unlike others who merely skimmed through, he took his time, examining each piece with genuine interest.
When he reached my paintings, he paused.
He first noticed the silhouette of the basketball boy, his gaze lingering for a long time, and I thought I saw a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. Then he moved on to another piece beside it—a painting of the rooftop of our school building at sunset, where two blurred figures leaned against the railing. One of those figures had a tiny, almost indistinguishable cartoon pattern on their finger.
That was… me and him, along with the Little Bunny Band-Aid.
My heart raced as I nervously watched his reaction.
He stared at that painting with deep focus, as if the entire world had faded away and only he and that artwork remained. The surrounding noise seemed irrelevant to him.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally shifted his gaze, scanning the gallery as if searching for something. When his eyes caught sight of me in the corner, he smiled slightly and walked over.
My heart leapt into my throat.
He stood before me, looking down with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You painted this beautifully."
"Th-thank you…" I stammered, feeling sweat form in my palms.
"Especially this one." He pointed to the rooftop painting; his voice was soft yet clear enough for me to hear. "I really like it."
My face instantly turned crimson. Did he… understand?
Just as I was at a loss for words, he suddenly made a move that could have drawn everyone's attention. He pulled out a small, exquisitely wrapped box from his pocket and handed it to me.
"This is for you."
"What is this?" I stared blankly at the box.
"Open it and see," he encouraged.
Under the curious gazes around us, I trembled slightly as I opened the box. Inside lay a high-quality paintbrush. The handle was smooth wood with two small letters engraved in silver—"XZ."
Xia Zhi. My initials.
I looked up at him in astonishment.
"I broke your new book before, but I never compensated you." He looked at me, his eyes serious and gentle, "This is my apology, and also..." He paused, his eyes fell into my eyes, and he said every word clearly and solemnly: "--I give it to the girl I like, an exclusive gift." ! ! ! The whole exhibition hall seemed to be quiet. Although his voice was not loud, it was loud enough for some people around to hear. I could feel the shocked, envious, and incredible eyes focused on me. My brain crashed again, and only my heart was beating wildly in my chest. He...he was...confessing? At the art exhibition, in front of so many people (although it was a small group), in such an exclusive customized way? Lu Xingyan looked at my stupid look, laughed softly, and reached out to rub my hair, his movements were natural and doting. "Take it." I took the brush with my name engraved on it in a daze. It was slightly cold in my hand, but it seemed to be hot and warmed my heart. At this moment, rumors and other people's eyes were not important. What's important is that this dazzling boy in front of me, in his unique and clumsy way, gave me the most grand and exclusive confession. From that day on, my high school life was completely dyed with the brilliant colors of Lu Xingyan, like Summer Night Sky.
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